I will tell you that my hands have grasped nothing new.
But at least I found a blank book
where I can bring my words together at night.
My eyes saw not the sea, but I sailed.
My body never overcame, but I was overcome
where no one dares recognize it.
After asking forgiveness I loved like a madman.
After doing it such that errors are recognized
where the passing of time does not occur.
My body that saw how others were marked.
My eyes that felt a frozen sea
where there were no maps to know it.
I always dreamed of a distant trip
in which to find lost happiness.
But I found other eyes with other tears.
Other shameful secrets
that aren’t worth recognizing
when life brands everyone with its uncertain weight.